Finality gravitates
upon these moistened lips...
The title was too long, so I left part of it off.
The full title...
I wish someday,
I could brush your hair...
You are that of a fine wine,
our sensual tryst goes past...
I felt the sting
of a whipping tail...
Could this be a love so right?
Or are you a parasite...
I'm a king in my palace, your face
sleeping on my marble land, your cheeks...
Who made the rule
that you have to...
I crave the heartbeat in your fingertips, their
skillful movement feed my panting soul...
The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...
Breathe slow,
Cup her face...
She often danced like
a flamingo. Stiletto legs...